All of a sudden these jolts come by and spoil the mindset. Are caused, as the aftermath of my own acts displeasing. At large, yet confined are the results that gather the overwhelming atrocities in the brain, mostly are regrets and desperation for vindication is the norm always. Faults are my own. We tend to look the other way, its human nature. Guided by infatuation for vacuum desperation creeps into the isles of the frontal lobe.